One-person start: I obtained the Dinghai Stick Technique

After Meng Hao finished speaking, a white light suddenly appeared on the bamboo slips in the center of his sea of ​​consciousness.

This light was filled with the utmost strength, greatness, and righteousness, and to Meng Hao it felt like a huge sun.

However, it was not as hot as the sun, but gave Meng Hao a gentle breath.

Just after this light appeared, a word appeared directly in Meng Hao's mind.

"Haoran is upright!"

"Could this thing be the righteousness in the legend?

Wait, this bamboo slip, could it be a treasure of literature and Taoism? "

Just at this moment, the bamboo slips suddenly emitted a ray of light and fell into Meng Hao's mind.

Suddenly, a passage appeared in Meng Hao's mind.

"After reading thousands of books, the palace of literature will naturally open up! The inheritance begins!"

After seeing this sentence, Meng Hao understood that he had inherited the legendary Chinese Taoism.

In the study, Meng Hao sat there blankly, muttering to himself:

"The inheritance of the Way of Literature is actually the inheritance of the Way of Literature! According to legend, the human race has two fundamental inheritances, the Way of Literature and the Way of Martial Arts.

Martial arts had already appeared a long time ago, but for some reason, they did not develop and were intercepted by the immortal way. Later, they barely developed.

However, the Way of Literature has never appeared. Although there are many cultural heritages, the true Way of Literature should be able to be cultivated.

However, now, it has not appeared at all. This shouldn't be the case. It seems that the problems in this world are not small!

In my previous life's world, there had always been martial arts, although they gradually disappeared later on, but, in the past, there was most likely a true martial arts inheritance.

Otherwise, there would be no martial arts legends. As the saying goes, there is no smoke without fire.

However, the inheritance of literature and Taoism has never appeared, or even said, there has been no movement at all.

Logically speaking, it shouldn't be like this. Especially those great scholars, who have a good understanding of literature and Taoism... Wait, great scholars..."

Suddenly, Meng Hao seemed to have thought of something. He stood up abruptly with a look of horror in his eyes.

"No way, this is impossible! Confucianism, great Confucianism, this shouldn't be possible! The inheritance of literature and Taoism..."

Meng Hao seemed to have thought of something. He took a deep breath, then closed his eyes and said no more.

"Forget it, there's no point in thinking so much. I might as well study hard here. When I inherit the Dao of Literature and become stronger, I'll know everything."

After saying that, Meng Hao said nothing more. He went directly to the bookshelf, picked up a book, returned to the desk, and began to read carefully.

This time, Meng Hao's reading speed was different from before. In the past, Meng Hao read in order to remember, which was a bit like rote memorization.

But now it’s different. Meng Hao read very slowly this time, but he was constantly understanding the meaning of the book.

In addition, I kept writing down the parts I didn't understand, and after reading, I would try to find the meaning of the parts from other books.

Or he could go to the homes of some of the scholars that the Master had taken him to visit before and ask.

Slowly, he gradually understood the meaning. Only after he fully understood the meaning of the book did Meng Hao start reading other books.

Time flies, and in the blink of an eye, ten years have passed.

During these ten years, Meng Hao basically stayed at Master Zhang's house.

Apart from reading, he practiced martial arts all day. Yes, he practiced martial arts. When Meng Hao was ten years old, Zhu Jian passed on a set of martial arts to Meng Hao.

This martial art is not one of those particularly powerful ones. It is mainly for strengthening the body, cultivating the mind and body, and improving physical fitness.

Of course, this is what was recorded there, and it was mainly for strengthening the physical body. However, as Meng Hao continued to practice, he felt that the strengthening of his physical body was a little too much.

Once, after Meng Hao easily lifted a stone table weighing five or six hundred kilograms in the yard, he understood what this strengthening the body meant.

Although Meng Hao never went out in these years, he learned some things from his parents.

That is, there is a problem in the country she lives in. The emperor is too young and ignorant, and the court seems to be leaderless.

Coupled with the harem's meddling in politics and the power of external relatives, the whole world seemed to be in chaos.

The most important thing is that many people couldn't make ends meet, so they ran away and became bandits, rebels, etc.

Moreover, there are demons and monsters outside causing trouble. It can be said that this court is facing the end of the world.

Of course, there were also many people who left their homes and went to other countries.

Through his understanding, Meng Hao also knew that this world had many dynasties, including Song, Ming, Qian, Northern Liang and so on.

Among them, the court where Meng Hao was located was the Daqian Dynasty. And outside, there were many martial arts masters.

Moreover, the most powerful martial arts master is some kind of land immortal. After knowing this, although Meng Hao felt envious, he also believed in his own inheritance.

Moreover, he firmly believed that the martial arts passed down to him by the bamboo slips were not inferior to those outside.

Ten years passed, and Meng Hao finally read all the books in the study, and understood and remembered their meanings.

That day, Meng Hao finished reading the last book in the study.

In an instant, the knowledge contained in the books he had read before poured into his heart like a clear spring.

In an instant, one book after another reappeared in Meng Hao's mind. Slowly, Meng Hao could clearly feel that his understanding of literature had become deeper.

In the chest, there is a faint force that seems to be constantly accumulating strength.

It's like seeds storing nutrients before sprouting.

It was not until nine days later that Meng Hao realized that the last book in his heart had completely turned into his own nourishment.

Meng Hao felt that there was an extra seed of coldness in his body.

As soon as the seed appeared, the bamboo slip burst into light, and then instantly turned into a ball of white light and merged into the seed.

Suddenly, Meng Hao felt a strange energy surging in his body.

That power was filled with utmost strength and greatness, as if it had infinite wisdom.

Meng Hao closed his eyes tightly, concentrated his mind, and continued to guide this energy to flow within his body. Finally, he slowly channeled this power into his chest.

"Click, click... bang..."

Suddenly, there was a crackling sound coming from Meng Hao’s body.

Just at this moment, outside, in the sky, a star suddenly shone brightly, and at that moment, it was even brighter than the sun.

It’s just that this star emits white light, which makes people feel shocked at first glance.

In this mortal world, no matter whether it is demons and monsters, gods and Buddhas, or even martial arts masters, they are all suppressed by the light emitted by these stars and the power in their bodies cannot move.

"This is Wenquxing! Why can Wenquxing burst out with such terrifying power!"

Some ordinary people, however, kept shouting excitedly: "Wenquxing has descended to the mortal world, Wenquxing has descended to the mortal world!"

However, Meng Hao had no idea what was happening outside.

He was trying hard to control that power and integrate it into his Wenhong Palace.

As the energy continued to flow into the Wen Palace, Meng Hao's body gradually emitted a milky white light.

When Meng Hao opened his eyes again, a glimmer of wisdom flashed in them, and a righteous aura emanated from his body, as if it could shock everything.

Feeling the power in his body, Meng Hao's eyes were filled with excitement.

"Successful! Finally successful!"